ToiletsToilets are weird half public/half private spaces. All sorts of stuff goes on in them. They are devious entrances and exits from venues, places to have sex, to snort drugs or even, get this, to defecate. Tell us your favourite toilet stories.
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chthonic, Fri 2 Sep 2005, 11:11)
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in the looAt a barbeque over in a mate's house, i needed to use the loo. A fair few beers had passed down my throat so as u can imagine, my guts weren't in the most 'orderly' of moods. I then proceeded to have a crap, all going supprisingly well, until i came ot flush....
.... a floater, but not just any floater, THE floater to end all floaters. It survived the first flush, and the second flsuh, and the third and forth flush. The fifth flush was proceeded by me having to get a hand full of loo paper and placed above the rebelious poo to weigh it down... it failed too.
After SIXTEEN FLUSHES, i gave up, covered my hand in paper, picked the poo OUT of the bowl, wrapped it up as best I could, sprayed it with the can of lynx de-odourant left in the bathroom and put it neatly into the bin...
... my sense of acheivement was soon dashed when i saw the look on everyone's faces after they had heard me flsuh the toilet 16 times from the back yard.
I'm supposed to be going over to his house for another bbq today funnily enough.
(, Sun 4 Sep 2005, 15:57, Reply)
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